Applause to this object
A star to look up,—
But stands lower than a house
Who gathered all the fantasies— of hopeless travellers,— Which seek for devoted fancies.

Sparkling garlands,—
Simply, a life of itch
Flashlights everywhere on the platform,— Inutile to its basis
I memorize the trades of their toasts—
One day, I shall have my own boast.

After wiping spots on gold bars,—
I am still not a debauchee of love;
Even if they buzz,— Beehives— Are not mine to offer,—
But a gourmet to their stomach.

Assets clothing their merchants—
Reserving the furnitures—
To show the best features
For myself, I want a slammed window,—
Not some firm statues
"Galatea, we all desire Galatea!"

How adorable when 'twas knotted,
Lovely, but not loved,
Sheltered, yet not protected;
Paid, but not proclaimed
How many landlords will adapt me?

There is a target—
To a sudden stampede—
Oh, how startling!
Please, capture me
I will submit to your traps!
This bird is willing to be caged— Away!
I may now have my arrows— To run the bay!
Flipped death is my reward..

Yes, I built a boundless blue sky
For me and my fancies to fly
Countless cotton candy clear clouds
Flying in flocks like swimming doubts.

Yes, there lightning flashes thunders
When my mood do stupid blunders
Dropping snow, showering bright sun
In a day as mind wishes fun.

Pouring rain and swirling wind blows
When my thoughts and reactions rose
But my sky go moonless at night
As my eyes close ending star sight.

Yes, 'll let your ship fly my zone
When mind merges singing same tune.